Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 02:36:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach - A Ski Bum's Tail - Part 2

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+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
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+Scenes of sexual activity between a man and a young boy are represented.
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ZACH, A SKI BUM'S TAIL - Part II of III
(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter)

In the morning, Zack tried getting me to tell his mother that he was sick
so he could stay home and play video games all day, but I shook my head.

"Bad idea," I told him.  "If you stay home you won't be able to tell your
friends about the X-Box.  Then you won't get to see how envious they're all
going to be."

This convinced him and he got into the car for the drive to school looking
excited and happy.

Things went along well after that.  Zach no longer bothered putting on his
pajamas after the evening bath but came out naked to lie down on the bed.
How long I massaged him would depend on where his parents were and what
they were doing.  When we were done and I had pulled on his pajamas we
would do school work or play video games until it was time for bed.  Then,
once the lights were off and I had checked to be sure his parents were out
of the way, I would undress and slip into Zack's bed where the boy would be
naked already, waiting for me.

Zack was a quick learner.  A bribe of more new video games persuaded him to
take me in his mouth and he soon mastered the trick of bringing me off,
swallowing eagerly when I spurted into him.  Out on the slopes Zach was
learning as well.  His talent blossomed with all the practice I gave him
and people began to notice, talking about him as a coming star.  In school
his grades soared and nearly every day he brought me tests or assignments
with "Excellent" written on them, taking great pride in the praise I gave
him.

In sports, school and even in video games Zack wanted to share all his
accomplishments with me, craving my approval and attention.  He was my
little shadow, never far away from me if he could help it.  Even when he
was with other children I would catch him looking for me, checking to be
sure I was noticing the things he was doing.

Zack valued me.  Everything he did confirmed it and in return I did all I
could to show I treasured him as well.  At night, holding the boy in my
arms, feeling his slender body respond to my caresses, it seemed to me that
Zack and I had become as close as a man and a boy could be.

But what lover is ever fully satisfied?  Eventually I came to want Zack in
the only way I had not yet taken him and, confident he would not refuse me,
set out to accomplish it.  One evening during his massage I worked a finger
into his crease, gradually pushing further until it was lightly brushing
the dimple of his anus.  Zach stretched and parted his legs.  Then when I
rubbed my fingertip on the opening and slid it down to press at the base of
his small, tight scrotum Zach squirmed and arched a little, a sign that he
liked what I was doing.

"Nice?"  I whispered.

There was a slight nod of his head.  "Uh huh."

Later, when we were holding each other, naked under his quilt, I slid my
finger into his crease again.  Zach pulled his leg up onto my hip as if
inviting me to go further and, emboldened, I pushed my fingertip into his
puckered ring feeling the muscles contract.

"It's okay," I whispered and Zack clung while I pushed gently, gradually
easing my finger into his tight ring.  The muscle fluttered as I went
through and the tip of my finger penetrated into the moist heat of his
rectum.  The boy made a soft sound like a tiny squeak but held still as I
advanced my finger, sliding it in further until its full length was inside
him.  I moved the tip feeling for the root of his penis and when I massaged
the pea-sized swelling there Zack's lean slender body squirmed in pleasure.

With whispered instructions I showed him how he could open himself by
bearing down and then while he strained, loosening his sphincter, I pushed
in a second finger, thrusting as far as I could up into his hot, moist
sweetness.  Zach caught his breath when his ring was stretched and then
quivered as I ran both fingertips across his nub.

Sure that he was ready, I kissed the boy then withdrew my fingers and
rolled him so he was facing away from me, positioned with his butt in front
of my straining erection.  Zach seemed to be willing and lay still while I
moistened my tip with saliva, but when I spread his cheeks and placed my
tip on his anus he reached back to stop me.

"It's okay, Zack," I whispered.  "Let me show you.  You'll like it."

But the boy shook his head.  "Uh-uh."

"Okay," I told him, giving his hip a caress.

Thinking to pleasure him by other means I went on with our nightly ritual,
sliding my hard rod between his thighs and rubbing his stiff penis while
pressing into his belly button with my forefinger.  It was the thing Zack
particularly liked and he writhed in pleasure as the movement of my fingers
sent pulses throbbing through his loins.

I kept it going longer than usual, only stopping when my arm grew tired and
afterwards Zach lay still, his slender body limp as I held him.  Bending to
put my mouth close to his ear I whispered, "Sleepy?"

He nodded and I saw his eyes were closed.  I stroked him, running my palm
back and forth on his silky flank before bending to whisper again.  "Go to
sleep, Zack.  If you stay asleep I'll show you how to do that special
thing.  Then I'll get you a Game Boy.  One of those cool new ones."

Withdrawing from between his thighs I reached a hand down to guide my tip
into his crease, but as soon as Zack felt it he put a hand back to stop me.

"No.  Don't."

The refusal surprised me but I hid my frustration and stroked him.  "Come
on, Zack.  What's wrong?  It's nice, you'll see."

But the boy was shaking his head.  "Uh-uh."

"How do you know?  You've never tried it, have you?"

He shrugged.  "The kids at school talk about it."

"So?  They don't know anything.  You trust me, don't you?"

"Yeah."  The answer came without any hesitation.

"Then let me show you.  You'll like it.  I promise."

Guiding with my hand I tried pushing my tip again into Zack's crease but he
rolled away from me.

"Uh-uh.  Don't.  I'll tell my father."

This refusal was so adamant I dared not argue further.

"Okay, Zack."  Gathering the boy back into my arms I caressed him for a
while then pleasured him in other ways until he was ready to cuddle and
fall asleep.

In the morning neither one of us said anything about what had happened.
But when I drove Zack to school that morning he seemed quieter than usual
and twice I caught him looking at me as if there were something he was
expecting.  I worried all day that he might have become wary of me, but
after his bath that evening he lay down on the bed naked as usual and we
went through our regular routine.  Fearing another rebuff I avoided doing
anything that might upset him and as we cuddled that night I told myself to
forgo the ultimate pleasure and be content with what I had.

It did not occur to me that Zack might have thoughts of his own about the
matter.

On Friday the long hard workout I gave Zack ended in a spirited chase down
the mountain that taxed the boy to his limit and it was dusk by the time we
headed for the car carrying our skis.

"Look," the boy said pointing.

Off to one side a parked trailer held six snow machines.  They all had
sleek racy-looking silhouettes and their flashy paint schemes glowed in the
fading light.

"Wow.  Check it out," I told him and we walked over for a closer look.

The machines were brand-new, with the showroom smell of oil and vinyl still
on them.  We circled around admiring all six while I did a quick mental
calculation of what they must have cost.

"Somebody dropped a bundle on this," I told Zack.

"I like those two."

He pointed to the last pair of machines, which were smaller than the other
four, but had the most spectacular decoration.

I nodded.  "Yeah, they're kid-size.  Don't let the size fool you though.
They've got all kinds of power.  A boy your weight could do a hundred easy
on one of those."

Zack was silent while I leaned over to examine a track suspension and then
he suddenly blurted, "I'd do anything for a snow machine like that."

Something in the way he said it made me turn to look.  The boy was staring
up at me and as our eyes met it struck me again how beautiful he was.  I
felt my heart thumping in my chest.

"Anything?"

There was the briefest of hesitations, then:

"Yeah."

I saw all the complications and dismissed them.  This was my chance - the
complications I would sort out later.

"Okay."

We did not talk on the way to the car.  After fastening our skis to the
roof rack I maneuvered quickly out of the parking lot and then, to keep
Zech's mind on the snow machine so he would not get second thoughts, I
asked if any of his friends had one.

"Uh huh," he nodded.  "They go trail riding on them."

"Sounds like fun."

"Yeah."  The boy leaned toward me over the seat divider.  "They, like, go
all over on them.  Sometimes their dads take them."

"Cool," I said giving him a pat.

The short trip to the house only took a few minutes.  When we arrived there
was a note on the kitchen table telling us Zack's parents would be out
late.  I took it as a sign that everything was breaking my way and hustled
the boy into his bath the moment he finished eating.  When he came out and
stretched face down, naked on the quilt I had all the lights off except for
one on the table by the bed and a fresh tube of KY ready beside it.

Starting with his feet I massaged the boy, working up his legs, taking my
time because I loved the feel of his delicate knees and rounded thighs.
When I reached his butt I kneaded the firm little mounds then grabbed the
KY.  Zack turned his head to watch as I squeezed a blob of lubricant onto
my fingers.

"You'll like this," I assured him.  "It makes you all slippery inside."

Spreading his cheeks I smeared KY around his anus and the boy squirmed a
little.

"It's cold," he giggled.

"Yeah.  It'll feel funny at first."

I pushed jelly into his rectum using my finger then wiggled the tip.

"Nice?"

The boy nodded, parting his legs.  I told him to bear down and when his
ring loosened I put in more KY with a second finger then slid the tips back
and forth on the small swelling at the root of his penis.  Zach made a soft
noise and arched up, his head pulling back.

After withdrawing my fingers I resumed the massage doing his back and
shoulders before turning the boy over to find that his penis was standing
straight up out of his groin, hard and quivering.  After rubbing down his
chest I put a dab of KY on my fingers and stroked his rigid shaft,
lubricating it from base to tip.

Zack put his arms over his head and stretched, squeezing his butt to make
his penis even harder.  I felt a throb pulse at the base of his shaft and I
continued rubbing, bringing on a few more, and then stood up to strip off
my clothes.  When I got on the bed next to Zach he came into my arms,
snuggling close while I caressed his back, tickling with my fingers along
the hollow of his spine and rubbing down onto the jutting silky mound of
his buttocks.

"Zach," I whispered, cupping his ass cheeks with my palms.

The boy hugged me, lifting his head so I could kiss him, and as we clung to
each other, our bodies twisting, I slid my tongue into his mouth.  When our
lips finally parted I saw that his eyes were closed.

"Are you asleep?"  I whispered and the boy nodded.  With him pressed tight
against me I could feel the thudding of his heart.

"I was so proud of you today, Zach," I murmured, stroking him.  "You're the
best kid in the world.  Don't wake up.  If you stay asleep I'll get you the
fastest snow machine... You can beat all your friends..."

The boy kept his eyes closed and pulled a leg up onto my hip, squirming
closer as if anxious to proceed before there was any chance of changing my
mind.  I kissed him again and then picked up the KY.  "I'm gonna' put more
slippery stuff on you."

Zach held still while I spread extra jelly in his crease, pushing it up
into his rectum with my fingers.  When I was sure he was well lubricated I
smeared KY on my straining erection until the shaft glistened and then put
the tube aside.  Very gently I rolled Zach onto his other side, placing his
rounded butt in front of my groin.

"Trust me," I whispered guiding the blunt head of my erection into his
crease.

Holding the boy around the chest I placed my tip in his anal dimple and
then pushed into the ring.  Zach was tight and even with my preparation his
sphincter spasmed in reaction squeezing shut.  I waited patiently, stroking
the boy's thigh until the muscle fluttered and relaxed.  Then I thrust
again, easing my blunt head into his opening.

"Push down," I told him and felt the tension in his muscles when he
strained to open himself.  The ring loosened allowing my head to slide in
but it was impossible to avoid stretching the small opening.  When I heard
the boy cry out and felt his body quiver I reminded him to bear down again
and tightened the arm I was holding around him.

"Push as hard as you can," I whispered.

The boy strained, releasing his breath in tiny gasps, "Ahh...Ah...Ah...",
and his sphincter loosened a little more as the opening gaped.  With a
final squeeze my head popped through and I was in him, the tip of my
erection engulfed by the moist heat of the boy's rectum.

Zach's sphincter fluttered and he gave another soft cry as the muscle
tightened painfully around the neck of my shaft.  Legs jerking he squirmed,
twisting around the fullness penetrating him.

"It's okay," I whispered, reaching around his hip to rub his penis.
"You're okay, Zach.  That's perfect."

Despite the pain of my entry the boy was still hard which was a good sign.
I slid my thumb and forefinger on his rigid shaft and then, very slowly,
advanced into his rectum, thrusting my hips while I pulled the boy toward
me.

Zach writhed on my impaling shaft, extending his arms straight out, fingers
spread, his legs jerking.  As I slid in further I heard him catch his
breath in little gasps, "Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah..."

Thrusting until my full length was sheathed in his hot, moist sweetness, I
locked Zech's rounded butt to my groin and ground my hips, moving my tip
inside him while continuing to rub his penis.  The boy's gasps changed to
moans of pleasure and I felt a throbbing contraction deep in his loins that
rippled down the tight walls gripping my impaling rod.  With firm quick
strokes I rubbed his jutting little shaft and as more pulses beat beneath
my sliding fingers I pushed against Zech's butt, struggling to hold back
the pressure building within me while my hips bucked.

When the spasm passed I began to move in Zach, withdrawing only a fraction
of an inch at first, sliding in and out of his anus.  Gradually I increased
the length of my stroke and the boy gave a soft cry moving in rhythm with
me, pushing back to meet my thrusts.  I pumped slowly, anxious not to
climax too soon, and the boy writhed as more throbs pulsed within him.  I
kept sliding my shaft, moving my hips in a steady rhythm and suddenly
Zech's legs jerked.  He arched, straining against my encircling arm,
moaning in pleasure while little contractions beat in his shaft.

As they died away his slender body gradually relaxed and I held him,
continuing to pump my hips, hearing the catch of his breath on each of my
thrusts, "Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..."

Sliding in him and rubbing my fingers on his rigid penis I took the boy
over the edge again and again until he was in a trance of pleasure.  Feet
twisting he arched his slender body, staring blankly through half closed
eyelids as the throbbing spasms coursed through him.  While he writhed, my
restraining arm slipped from his chest down to his lean stomach where I
pressed a fingertip into his belly button.  Zach squirmed as I wiggled it,
moaning softly, and I sped up the pumping of my hips, thrusting hard at the
end of each stroke.

As if I had turned a switch Zach tensed and then kicked his feet while
another series of contractions throbbed in his rigid shaft.  His hips
bucked along with mine and suddenly, I could hold back no longer.  With a
final thrust I locked my groin against the mounds of his butt and rubbed
his hard shaft as fast as I could.  Zach arched, shuddering, his slim form
taut as a bowstring.  I felt the bulge in his lower belly where I was
straining up into him.  For a moment we hung poised on the brink; then in a
series of hard shuddering contractions I released into the boy, flooding
his rectum with semen, my hips bucking as I came again and again and
again...

When it was over I held the boy and we lay panting on the bed while I went
flaccid inside him and was expelled by the natural tone of his rectum.

"Zach..." I whispered, kissing his hair.

Turning the boy so he faced me I let him tuck his head into my shoulder and
stroked his back, running my palms down onto his butt and rubbing it.  Zack
kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but after a few minutes I
felt him squirm and I hugged him whispering, "Feel okay?"

He nodded and after giving a few more caresses I murmured, "Want to watch a
movie?"

This drew a favorable response and while I was up putting in the DVD I got
a towel from the bathroom to wrap around his middle in case there was any
bleeding.  Zach spent the rest of the evening cuddled under the quilt with
me, engrossed in a martial arts film I knew he liked.  Later, after he had
fallen asleep, I turned off the light and lay holding the boy in my arms,
listening to his soft breathing.

The next morning I let Zach sleep late.  Generally on Saturdays I had him
out on the slopes right after breakfast for a workout, but a few weeks
previously one of his friends had invited him to a birthday party and we
had already planned to take the day off so he could go.  When he woke up
around ten he seemed happy and excited, but it was not the birthday party
that was on his mind.  The first thing he did was hug me and ask, "Can we
go get the snow machine right now?"

Since my checking account balance was less than $200 I could no more have
bought him a snow machine than a moon rocket, so I stalled for time by
reminding him about the party and then stroked his butt asking, "Are you
sore down here?"

Zach made a face and half shrugged.  "A little."

I got some ointment from the bathroom and had him stretch out on the bed
while I spread his cheeks.  There was some bruising around his opening and
the boy grimaced when I smeared the salve on it.

"This'll be okay," I assured him, poking some of the greasy medication into
his anus.  "It's like having sore muscles after practice.  If it hurts when
you take a dump we'll put more stuff on it."

The boy seemed unconcerned and chattered away happily while we went to the
kitchen for a quick snack.  His mother was there so he stayed off the snow
machine topic and talked about the upcoming party instead, but later in the
car driving over to the bowling alley where the party was being held, I
heard a lot more about the snow machine and how envious his friends were
going to be.  When I dropped him off Zach gave me an excited conspiratorial
look and asked, "Are you going to get it now?"

"We'll see," I told him and he grinned, obviously thinking I was planning
to surprise him.  When he ran off to join the group of children gathering
inside the bowling alley I watched him go feeling decidedly uneasy.

Driving away I considered my dilemma.  Zack's relationship with his parents
was casual enough so that my gifts of watch, DVDs and video games - even
the X-Box - had gone unnoticed.  Probably his parents would not have
objected even if they had known.  But wristwatches and video games were one
thing - an expensive snow machine was an entirely different matter.  There
was no way to give the boy something like that without having a lot of
questions raised; plus there was the awkward fact that I lacked the means
of affording it anyway.

For the rest of that afternoon I weighed the risk of Zach going to his
father when the snow machine did not materialize and finally decided it was
minimal.  Doing that would gain him nothing but humiliation.  The boy was
going to be angry with me when he found out, but anger did not last
forever.

I was standing next to the car waiting for Zach when the party ended.  As
soon as he caught sight of me he ran over looking around expectantly.  Then
he gave me a hug.

"Did you get it?"

"Not yet," I told him.

We got into the car and Zach gave me a suspicious glance.  "Are we goin' to
get it now?"

"Listen..." I tried to use a soothing, reassuring tone.  "A snow machine is
kind of a big thing, Zach.  Your parents are sure to notice if I get you
one.  They'll ask questions.  Maybe we need to talk about it."

There was silence for a moment while the boy regarded me with a stony look.

"You're not gonna' get it are you."

"I didn't say that..."

He turned away and stared out the side window.

"Look, Zach - all I'm saying is that we should talk about it, that's all.
I'm worried it might not be a good idea.  I mean - what if I got it for you
and your parents didn't know and you got hurt on it or something?  There'd
be all kinds of trouble..."

But the boy was no longer listening.  All I got was the back of his head.

"I'm just saying I think we should talk about it..." I muttered as we drove
out of the parking lot.

Zach did not speak to me during the ride home or for the remainder of the
day.  That evening he came in from the bath dressed in his pajamas with a
look on his face that made it clear I was not to come near him.  He played
video games until it was time to go to bed while I stayed in my corner of
the room reading.  At least, I told myself, watching him out of the corner
of my eye, he had not gone to his father.  I had been right about that.

(End of Zach, Part II)
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